The stem is cold against my fingers
I do not feel it
I'm numb as can be
The winter wind has long frozen me to the bone

The petals are withering yet radiating life
I crouch down to see
I'm not as blind as they thought
The winter has stopped time as nothing moves

The thorn ****** my finger
I cannot feel it
My gaze followed the stream of crimson
The evidence for my life stains the snow

The flower is my shadow
A Skeleton Flower
Alive yet frozen
The chance to move on must not be missed again

For I shall wither fully within the next winter